Lyrics

(Two l's and a dollar sign you know what it is, long live Seven Two) Aye, aye Aye, aye Aye, aye Wake up and get right to it (aye, aye) Yea my lil' bitch a dime, five deuces (aye, aye) Dark as hell, you would think my sprite ruined (aye, aye) We just touched down in LA just like bruins (aye, aye) Got a 50 in the clip I'm times two of 'em (aye, aye) Throwin' bowls, drop em' off, yea I'll loot 'em (aye, aye) Spark a wood and it enlightened me like Buddha nem' Asked lil brodie, "Why all the guns?" He said he like shooting 'em (aye, aye) Hit the road, time to travel Lemme fuel up (hey) Dual wield toting, sipping out of dual cups (hey) You might do it to the gram, but you can't fool us You don't even know the game, the type to look the rules up (hey) Sleeve Francis, I'm the franchise Ironic that my cup so muddy, score a landslide 40 on my waist, but I ain't fat That ain't my pants size Blow 'em like a land mine It don't take shit for bro to do it, just a hand sign Dog don't pop up, he must be shadow banned in his hood Used to go to school with pape' I had a band just because Raised in the wilderness I wonder what've happen if I never landed with the wolves I ain't never hand-to-hand with scamming, hamming with the jug I ain't had a zero in a while, stack it to the sky Soda black as hell, you touch it, it's gon' match up with your eye If I really want you gone I bet they wake you by tonight Amiris with the bones, I'll blow like a wall breaker If I pop a ten, I bet she treat it like a jawbreaker If it ain't no profit on the floor, then we can talk later Give it all I got for four quarters, I'm a ball player Need to give that truck away, you driving Tow Mater Can you put your rap career on the coat hanger? All you do is comment weird shit You a pro hater And the whole damn time you a no-namer It's fucked up, when you up they think you owe favors On the wild west, solo dolo I'm a lone ranger Stop playing, get the drop easy from them locators You can't hide forever Bro slide, then I slide we gon' ride together Windows down in the trenches, I'll drive wherever 6,000 on some Marni, all I did was buy a sweater Threw it on, they lied when they say you only fly with feathers Why the fuck do you think you can fuck with me? Khris Middleton, you middle man, keep it a buck with me Ain't no munch in me Ain't no chump in me Used to be in school like, "Oh, that's your lunch? Gimme." Is you dumb, silly? You ain't touched Jimmy Y'all some monkeys in a barrel, told my brothers come with me Shit, it's pregame, wait til' the clock start 24, I just poured three-eighths in Wockhardt
Writer(s): James Johnson, Byekyle Byekyle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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